“Yes or maybe you’d prefer Brad or Jake.” She blushed, glancing at her son, then looked at Scott and Ben.“I’d like Scott to fuck me,” she ...aid softly, a little embarrassed and looked to Vicky.“I know he’ll be good to you, I hope he can make you have a good cum.”“So how do I ask him?”“Just go over to Vicky and ask her if you can borrow Scott.”“Okay, I’ll do it. I love you Dan.”“I know you do Wendy, and I love you too.”“I can’t believe that my man is allowing me to get fucked by another guy,” she. I started to suck the gleaming head of his penis and work my tongue around it in my mouth while I played with his balls with my free hand. He could only gather his thoughts to murmur, "This is so wrong but it feels fucking great." I never lost eye contact with him; my big brown eyes stared longingly into his as I left his cock to say, "If it feels good, why the hell shouldn't we do it?" I stood up and spat on his dick, "Do you want me to show you my boobs? I’m sure you’ve spent a lot of time. I know I only have these dilemmas where my insatiable need for sexual gratification is concerned. Otherwise I'm extremely level headed and rational. Damn that cruel libido! In any case, I vowed to make this about Megan and what she wants and needs ... not about me."Good morning, Honey," I said as Megan entered the family room."Hi Mom," she replied."How are you this morning?" Good. Where are Dad and Jason?" I sent them on some errands. I wanted a little time for us to talk."As I anticipated, I. By the time the staff had sorted that out, Cassandra had disappeared within herself, the son had disappeared, and Karl was being wheeled back to his room for pills and, everyone hoped, a nap behind a closed door. By the time the dress rehearsal had started, life at Curtain Call had pretty much settled down again. The four sitting at the table at the back of the room felt separated enough from the production being rehearsed on stage that they conversed with each other in whispers, only.